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Gnawing on the putrid skin & bones Of long-since passed, more-fleshly zones of pleasure, The mind convicts itself of riches lost And present poverty's poor attempts to measure Up to change & ageing. So, it hones The rosy-tinted visions of the greener Grass of golden youth to melt the frost And snows it suffers daily… Continue reading Anostalgia

When young, you feel immortal- you are not-, And what you think or know, believe or are Is quite beside the point of having fun, You chase & squeeze emotions' moments far Too far for good or bad; you've really got To make things last, the laughing, crying, one- And-only chance & shot at life,… Continue reading Anataraxia

A vast, unwieldy, seamless thing of things, Amorphous, morphing back into itself, Without a start or finish, beginning, end Or middle ground to tell just where we stand, Or find a reason when none can exist; For, even sober, it's as though we're pissed, And in a foreign country, not our land Of birth, where… Continue reading Absurdia

No more gentle melancholy, thoughts Of good old days & times long gone, nor how Such idle, vain, habitual traits could rule The human mind? When we live is now, And never in the past or future. Oughts, Likewise, & should bes must be binned. A fool Gets sooner rich by parting with his cash,… Continue reading C21 Nostalgia

An optimist would state 'lt's not that bad!' A pessimist, 'Yes, it is...& worse!' The middle Ground itself is blurred by dark & light And indeterminable shades of grey, with little In clear focus to enjoy, be sad Or certain on; the true & false, the right And wrong, an hideous mess of random chance… Continue reading A Wonderful Life

What vision can we have, what purpose, goal Or aim can we achieve when, all through life, Half-blind & stumbling day-to-day in droll Impersonations of ourselves- in strife Too much to see the narrow strait that leads Directly to the grave from cradle via Satisfaction of far-simpler needs Than we invent or think we should… Continue reading ‘What vision can we have… ?’

About six years ago, I spent a day And night & morning with a girl I know We had a lovely time: film, a meal And drinks, then...Well, moving on, I fasted After this for four-days plus: it lasted For one hundred hours, in fact! But, how Or why that happened, still I cannot say...… Continue reading 100 Hours

The cruellest months are April through to March... For though I don't know much about a gain Or loss of time & atoms, bangs both small And big, eternal recurrence, steady state Or chaos theory, meteor strikes & all That crazy jazz, I feel a nagging pain Which seems sad pleasure too, & cannot hate… Continue reading Lara’s Return